They say
there is a light at the end of the tunnel-
calm after the storm
peace after the war.
They tell you
it gets worse before it gets better,
that the weight you feel-
like a boulder on your chest-
will pass like last month's disappointment.
Do they warn you
that your worldview is reality
that the feeling
of swimming through inky darkness
will haunt you till you find help?
Do they tell you
that darkness is a monster,
that it will keep you where it wants you
until someone sees through all the lies?
Do you know that
there is a solution
a salvation
to rescue you from midnight?
I can tell you
the monster won't leave
but I know that
beyond the heaviness
dread
and disinterest-
there is hope
if you search through the cold to find it
and tell the darkness
that black isn't your color.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections on a Window
PoetryUnedited. Raw poetry from the mind of an aspiring author. When it comes to me, it will find its home here. Types and forms of poems will vary.
